Reading these sound so familiar and my mother would probably tell the story of when I was in middle school in a big city and rode the bus 30 minutes to school. I came home and asked her to drive me to a new friend's who'd invited me over. I didn't have my friend's phone number...or last name... or address. The directions to her house included things like "turn at the parked police car." I remember adamantly arguing that it WAS a legitimate way to find somebody's house.